Lyrics:

Summer in Savannah slows the jackrabbit down
But I'm in your car driving to town
Mama's missing finger had a mind of its own
The dog that we lost keeps coming home

And now my hamper's hangin' round the soda machine
The birds don't move the live oak trees
Pounding on the table, papa said I would learn
You take what you get, and you get what you earn
Then he said you reap just what you sow
So I'm gonna to take my white house, paint it gold (ooh, ah)
Summer in Savannah where the breeze never blows
But you laid on my lap wearing my clothes
Mama told me lately she was praying for you
So don't hate me just because you're the best I can do (ooh, ah)
And I'm a known nag cursin' out a color TV
The gaslight swirls, the June bug weaves
Staring at the ceiling about the struggle to save
Find it's all such a drag, but don't get carried away
Someone said you reap just what you sow
So I'm gonna to take my white house paint it gold

(Ooh, ah) (woo)

(Ooh, ah) (woo)

Summer in Savannah takes a measure of faith
Now I'm under the bed, you're kissing my face
My Mama told the doctor that I was born in the cold
She meant in the shade, free from the law

Now I'm a slack-jaw leaning on a newspaper stand
Papa bought a bullet about as big as my hand
We trapped a little hornet in a teacup for fun
We cut off his head but still got stung
I think that Jesus said you reap just what you sow
So I'm gonna to take my white house paint it gold